Drake sighs and heads for what the arts and crafts were taking place. He was thinking of dozens of things at the moment.

"I guess it's time to go. Maybe we can talk more later." Kido gave Roxy a small wave as he ran off to the dining hall for the art activity. He was excited to see what they would be doing today. Although, I guess I've been excited for almost everything so far, now that I think of it.

Kyle made his way to the arts and crafts. He wondered what they were doing today. He doubted it would involve paint.

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Ivy bounced around the lunchroom. She had a ribbin in each hand that trailed behind her as she bounced around the room.

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Roxy nodded. It was nice to have someone who wasn't afraid of her. Someone who didn't think she was evil just because she was gruff and tough.

Dante entered the arts and crafts room with Isabella not far behind. The two sat together at a table where Isabella said loud enough for only Dante to hear, "How much blood did you bring?"
Dante gave her a puzzled look before answering,"What's it to you?"

"Oh I might not have packed enough, but I know that my brother would be more than happy to share with me", she replied with a sinister look on her face. Her eyes began to turn completely blood red and winced a bit before composing herself again. A scowl began to form on Dante's face as he looked over Isabella. "How long has it been since you last fed?", he said with an aggressive tone. Isabella chuckled a bit before answering, "Its been a while but like I said I know my brother will help me"

Returning his gaze to the others in the room he replied with a lowered voice, "Forget it, if you die I'll finally be rid of you. Why should I help you?". Isabella returned the comment with the most insidious smile he had ever seen, "Because if you don't, I don't think the others will sit well with the fact that you abandoned your own sister"

In that moment the anger that filled Dante moments ago returned, he got up from his table and went tohis cabin. He grabbed the case with his blood supply and made his way back to the arts and crafts room all the while swearing under his breath. Upon his return he threw the case onto the table and motioned for Isabella to use it. "Now that's a good brother", she smirked as she desperately downed every last blood vial. Once she was done Dante realized how close he was to disaster. She had not been feeding for weeks in preparation for this moment. And now he was without a food source, or at least a humane one. He wasn't sure how the others would react to him feeding on Cyan and the last thing he wanted was to be chased out of camp. But the other option-to fall into a bloodlust-was out of the question. This was truely hell.

TheDarkTemplar said
Dante entered the arts and crafts room with Isabella not far behind. The two sat together at a table where Isabella said loud enough for only Dante to hear, "How much blood did you bring?"Dante gave her a puzzled look before answering,"What's it to you?" "Oh I might not have packed enough, but I know that my brother would be more than happy to share with me", she replied with a sinister look on her face. Her eyes began to turn completely blood red and winced a bit before composing herself again. A scowl began to form on Dante's face as he looked over Isabella. "How long has it been since you last fed?", he said with an aggressive tone. Isabella chuckled a bit before answering, "Its been a while but like I said I know my brother will help me" Returning his gaze to the others in the room he replied with a lowered voice, "Forget it, if you die I'll finally be rid of you. Why should I help you?". Isabella returned the comment with the most insidious smile he had ever seen, "Because if you don't, I don't think the others will sit well with the fact that you abandoned your own sister" In that moment the anger that filled Dante moments ago returned, he got up from his table and went tohis cabin. He grabbed the case with his blood supply and made his way back to the arts and crafts room all the while swearing under his breath. Upon his return he threw the case onto the table and motioned for Isabella to use it. "Now that's a good brother", she smirked as she desperately downed every last blood vial. Once she was done Dante realized how close he was to disaster. She had not been feeding for weeks in preparation for this moment. And now he was without a food source, or at least a humane one. He wasn't sure how the others would react to him feeding on Cyan and the last thing he wanted was to be chased out of camp. But the other option-to fall into a bloodlust-was out of the question. This was truely hell.

Though she pretended not to, Cyan eavesdropped Isabella and Dante's conversation, smirking to herself as she listened. This was perfect, she would help Dante and gain an ally, it was a win-win scenario and she couldn't wait to have a new 'friend.'

Once Isabella had satisfied her thirst Dante sat back in his seat. At that moment a thought popped into his head. "When was the last time I fed? It was from the counselors on the first day but that was a few days ago" He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out without feeding. The thirst for blood is much like a human's hunger for food. It is random, sudden, and while it can be ignored neglecting the need to feed can be dangerous. Luckily he still had a few options left, like he said before Greg could easily create a blood vial for him or the councilors could do whatever it was they did last time...however he was keen on the idea of Cyan's idea. What was he thinking, he promised himself he wouldn't be like Isabella...but then again human blood is quite a delicacy, one he and not tasted in so long. One time surely wouldn't be bad, would it? He'd decide when the hunger would strike.

"Today you will make a picture of what summer means to you." The counselors told the kids. They handed out papers and set colored pencils on the tables.

Isabella's face lit up as she heard what the activity was. She imagined what her finished work would look like and got to work. She immediately began to depict a girl in the middle of the paper. Her features resembled her own slightly and she was holding a map. The actual background of the picture was split into two scenes. One a dark cave-like world, decorated with velvet tapestries and a grand hall filled with other figures whose appearance was obscure and were more like smoky silhouettes. On the other half of the paper she drew a brightly colored and vivid field of grass and roses that dotted the area. Within the field were a number of people, some clearly depicted to be the campers while others just like the silhouettes. After numerous fine touches and detail additions she was finally satisfied with her work as she put her signature on the top right corner "Isabella Tirea". She thought mother might enjoy this. She was always interested in the human world, even if it was from a predatorial perspective.

Dante's artwork was, while mimicking Isabella's style, less balanced when it came to light and dark themes. His paper depicted a boy, half of his face was disfigured and grotesque. The other side was calm yet eerie as it seemed to stare directly at whoevere viewed the picture. In the background there seemed to be bodies strewn across a forest, up in the trees and in the grass. The boy in the picture displayed a subtle yet sinister smile as well as a single tear running down his face. Dante sat back and examined his work with a sense of pride and discomfort.

Ray drew a quick pic and then gave it to Goku who was talking to him the whole time. After ray was done, he's great great grandfather said "now that you are done making art pictures let's go see how your powers are coming along by testing your accuracy on this nailed to a tree." So they got up and headed for the lake to shoot raybeams and other stuff at trees like when he was young.

Kido sat down at a table and grinned when he heard what the art activity would be. Looking over the variety of colored pencils available, he started thinking about which ones would look good together. Oh, but there was a theme, too. He took a little while to consider exactly what he wanted to portray before selecting a few lightly colored pencils and starting a sketch on the paper in front of him.

Kyle took his paper and began creating a beautiful scene he loved drawing. Really he loved anything art related. So this was his favorite time of day
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Ivy frowned at her paper. She didn't know what to draw. Summer was so many things.

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Roxy sighed. She wasn't much of an art person but at least she could do this assignment.

Cyan drew pictures of women, all shapes and sizes. They seemed beautiful but their eyes were blank, like Cyan's.

Eris stared at the piece of paper she was given,What am I going to draw....

A few figures were starting to appear on Kido's paper. He had a forest clearing with a lake drawn in multiple colors, some of them not even really making sense at the moment, but now he was working on sketching some details for the people in the picture.

Kyle stetched a picture of camp. Summer this year meant a chance to be a regular teen. He didn't have to supervise Ivy every minute of the day.

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Ivy drew butterflies and flowers. Summer meant a chance to go exploring.

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Roxy wrote on word: FREEDOM. But she did it in a style similar to graffiti.

Kido eventually finished drawing details on the people in the picture and was now just adding a few last-minute adjustments. A couple of chibi figures ran through the forest toward the lake, but one running behind them was turned so its face was visible. Around the oddly colored trees were a bunch of floating lights.
Summer to me, is another chance for dreams~!

Drake thought on what he wanted to do. He smiled and starts to draw the city, a place he has lived almost all his life. He puts the pencil down halfway through and thinks back on when he was in the city. He shakes his head and starts to finish it up. He then remembers that he is suppose to draw something about summer. He shrugs and takes another piece of paper and starts to draw just some nice trees and maybe a hammock. He chuckles and looks at it. It was the idea of relaxation and comfort from everything. Something he thought he would never get.

KatherinWinter said
"Today you will make a picture of what summer means to you." The counselors told the kids. They handed out papers and set colored pencils on the tables.

Celia sighed, she picked up a paintbrush, then replaced it with a couple of crayons and a lead pencil. With a grimace she started to draw.

Halfway through a word her pencil snapped, because of her frustration. She cradled her face in her palm and studied what she had so far. A man, and a woman both grey in a world full of colorful people. The woman stood in an ocean of blue water, looking depressed and reaching a hand out in the hopes of touching the crowd, while the man stood in the crowd, looking happy. Her pencil had snapped while she wrote 'Searching' in the bottom corner. She shook her head and finished the line with a crayon.

She peaked at the others, and shrugged, sitting on the floor and waiting.

Eris leaned on her hand as she thought of what to draw.Soon she drew several stick figures swimming in an ocean and others on the shore.After that she looked at the others and sighed.

"Wonderful. We will ring the bell when lunch is ready." The counselors announced